The Next Show!

I walk into the cage which shuts itself behind me with an ominious clang! There is an audible hush. An audience listening to its own hust. All my greatest fears rear up like tamed tigers (though never tamed enough) armed only with a smile (unsure of itself) & whip & chair ridicilously in hand (the band giving me a slow drum roll) I shout(trying to keep the tremor out of my voice) : 'Allez...up! ' I shout! And the lions & tigers & bears of my 'oh my' childhood reluctently (truclently) obey with growl & scowl. Et maintenant... ...s'ill vous plait! ' (the ringmaster speaks French inside my mind) I go over & put my head in the mouth of the awesome beast. Death twinkles in its eye. The audience lets out a palpable sigh. Will I...won't I make it? The lions got bad breath. I ask it: 'Have you been eating garlic? ' And it tears my head off. My headless body takes a bow (I've got the audience with me now) . 'How...how does he do it? ' they gasp. Mindless now (thinking...nothing) . I sit alone in my trailer awaiting the next town ...the next show.